Britney found herself immediately wishing that she had had the presence of mind to bring her clothes into the washroom with her. She could picture them, lying on the floor of Melissa's hotel room, those bleached blue jean cutoffs, her g-string, her tank top... She put her ear to the door to listen to what was being said in the other room.
"No. I'm noh drunk," Melissa slurred helplessly to the intruder.
"Of course you are. I can smell you from here. And... Mel, you're wearing someone else's clothes."
"Nnnooo. Thezhe r miiine," Melissa said.
"Okay then. Whose are those then?"
"Mine, too."
"Oh I see, you've been... Mel! You are so bad!"
"So which is it Mel? Were you masturbating or was there someone in here?"
There was a pause. Britney heard a familiar buzzing noise. "You're sick Mel, lay off the booze," the voice said and Britney heard the door closing.
"You can come out now," Melissa said.
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